Jump up! Quick! Dash!
It smells suspicious in
here.
What is that?
The pot is there.
Pour the pasta in!
Spaghetti and macaroni
too.
No! Not yet!
Oh pot! Boil a foolish
thing!
Alas, my poor stomach.
I stare, stand, wait,
sit.
This goes on for days.
For weeks!
FOR YEARS!
Oh look the plates are
lonely.
Here you go mister spoon,
Just the perfect friend
for you.
The wooden utensil
quietly swims,
Laying in wait.
Wait! Look!
Oh boiling pot,
At last you have come
to greet me, friend!
OUCH!
A/N: Snap your fingers! Haha! This was for bad poetry night, the second one we have had as Cafe Chi-ers, but my first.
A/N: Snap your fingers! Haha! This was for bad poetry night, the second one we have had as Cafe Chi-ers, but my first.
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